This is so fucking funny I blew beer out of my nose.
I am warning you, turn down the volume, get yer fucking kids out of the room and tell yer lady friends to go wrap presents or something. My GF just loooooooves Christmas, the whole fucking shebang. Decorations out the ass, the fucking cookies, tinsel, the whole fucking thing.
Christmas to me is a logistical nightmare.
Just today, after we spent an hour last night, trying to figure out where we need to go and what time, I get an Email telling me they got the date wrong for the family Christmas party.
Are you fucking kidding me?
You have had an entire fucking year to get this shit straight.
Oh, Hell. No.
Jesus fucking Christ and Happy Birthday Dude.
Last fucking chance.
Oh my goodness, here we go, take it away Santa.
Yeah, now we're talking holiday spirit, motherfuckers.
Thank you Jimbo, ya owe me a fuckin' beer now.
Yer girlfriend would wonder who stole all our decorations if she came here cause I don't participate in that crap. NO tree, no tinsel, no fake snow or managers or candy canes nor any other idol to Christmas.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love every minute of it!
Smooch honey.
ReplyDeleteHappy Holidays,
My best to you and you are, in my prayers.
Great vid Busted . . . *G* Thanks.
ReplyDeleteWe do a tree, honey LOVES the party lights, as I have come to love.
Funny, after I lost my parents, it's more important every year to have mhy mom's, honey's mom's, and our ornaments on the tree.
It's tradition, sure, but it's also all about memories . . . the hell with the religion, and such . . . it's a pagan celebration in the depths of winter JUST before Winter Solstice (or after?).
It's also about memories, and generational sharing, tribal stuff handed family by family.
I guess, if ya got no family, this shit would make ya grinch like and bitter.
For those who are obviously bitter, if ya come to OUR door, we'll feed ya, keep ya likkered up, and make sure ya sleep warm and safe for a time.
It's what we believe in . . . fuck the religion.
Busted, bless you and your NG . . . and all yers and hers . . . let the celebrations begin!
*G*